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There was a garden out in the suburbs; a small, leafy corner, with afew green tables under the orange trees.An old cat slept all day on the stone step in the sun, and an old mulatresse slept her idle hours away in her chair at the open window, till, some one happened to knock on one of the green tables.She had milk and cream cheese to sell, and bread and butter.There was no one who could make such excellent coffee or fry a chicken so golden brown as she.

The place was too modest to attract the attention of people of fashion, and so quiet as to have escaped the notice of those in search of pleasure and dissipation.Edna had discovered it accidentally one day when the high-board gate stood ajar.She caught sight of a little green table, blotched with the checkered sunlight that filtered through the quivering leaves overhead.Within she had found the slumbering mulatresse, the drowsy cat, and a glass of milk which reminded her of the milk she had tasted in Iberville.

She often stopped there during her perambulations; sometimes taking a book with her, and sitting an hour or two under the trees when she found the place deserted.Once or twice she took a quiet dinner there alone, having instructed Celestine beforehand to prepare no dinner at home.It was the last place in the city where she would have expected to meet any one she knew.

Still she was not astonished when, as she was partaking of a modest dinner late in the afternoon, looking into an open book, stroking the cat, which had made friends with her--she was not greatly astonished to see Robert come in at the tall garden gate.

"I am destined to see you only by accident," she said, shoving the cat off the chair beside her.He was surprised, ill at ease, almost embarrassed at meeting her thus so unexpectedly.

"Do you come here often?" he asked."I almost live here," she said.

"I used to drop in very often for a cup of Catiche's good coffee.This is the first time since I came back.""She'll bring you a plate, and you will share my dinner.There's always enough for two--even three." Edna had intended to be indifferent and as reserved as he when she met him; she had reached the determination by alaborious train of reasoning, incident to one of her despondent moods.But her resolve melted when she saw him before designing Providence had led him into her path.

"Why have you kept away from me, Robert?" she asked, closing the book that lay open upon the table.

"Why are you so personal, Mrs.Pontellier? Why do you force me to idiotic subterfuges?" he exclaimed with sudden warmth."I suppose there's no use telling you I've been very busy, or that I've been sick, or that I've been to see you and not found you at home.Please let me off with any one of these excuses.""You are the embodiment of selfishness," she said."You save yourself something--I don't know what--but there is some selfish motive, and in sparing yourself you never consider for a moment what I think, or how I feel your neglect and indifference.I suppose this is what you would call unwomanly; but I have got into a habit of expressing myself.It doesn't matter to me, and you may think me unwomanly if you like.""No; I only think you cruel, as I said the other day.Maybe not intentionally cruel; but you seem to be forcing me into disclosures which can result in nothing; as if you would have me bare a wound for the pleasure of looking at it, without the intention or power of healing it.""I'm spoiling your dinner, Robert; never mind what I say.You haven't eaten a morsel.""I only came in for a cup of coffee." His sensitive face was all disfigured with excitement.

"Isn't this a delightful place?" she remarked."I am so glad it has never actually been discovered.It is so quiet, so sweet, here.Do you notice there is scarcely a sound to be heard? It's so out of the way; and a good walk from the car.However, I don't mind walking.I always feel so sorry for women who don't like to walk; they miss so much--so many rare little glimpses of life; and we women learn so little of life on the whole.

"Catiche's coffee is always hot.I don't know how she manages it, here in the open air.Celestine's coffee gets cold bringing it from the kitchen to the dining-room.Three lumps! How can you drink it so sweet?

Take some of the cress with your chop; it's so biting and crisp.Then there's the advantage of being able to smoke with your coffee out here.Now, in the city--aren't you going to smoke?""After a while," he said, laying a cigar on the table."Who gave it to you?" she laughed.

"I bought it.I suppose I'm getting reckless; I bought a whole box." She was determined not to be personal again and make him uncomfortable.